In Camp 39, Shi Yu was the only person who couldn’t be understood thoroughly by Lin Xun.

Shi Yu was the core figure of another circle, but he had never shown any ambition, nor had been hostile to anyone.

Even on many occasions, Shi Yu talked with Lin Xun several times about training without any other purpose.

Lin Xun couldn’t judge him by this.

It was a few days ago that Ning Meng mentioned accidentally that Shi Yu was the third son of “Fortune God Shi” and he was Shi Shuan's younger brother!

Lin Xun didn’t know whether Shi Yu had heard of him before. Since Lin Xun had owed Shi Shuan a favor, he would not speculate about Shi Yu's behavior maliciously in his subconscious.

…

When he stepped out of the canteen, Lin Xun was thinking about how to change his situation so that he wouldn’t be eliminated at the end of this month at least.

But he found it really difficult to change the situation in just three weeks.

At least, up to now, Lin Xun had no clue at all.

He was unwilling to admit defeat and give up.

Nightfall in this burning desert was the most comfortable period of time. The temperature wouldn’t be too high or too low. The setting sun was like a magnificent rose, daubing the sky with a fire-like color.

Competition was everywhere in the camp. After dinner, almost all the other trainees in Camp 39 returned to their places of residence, seizing the time to cultivate and improve themselves.

Lin Xun walked alone on the road back to his cave thoughtfully.

Suddenly, he noticed a thin old man lying prone on the open space not far away, fiddling with a strange thing like a tripod furnace.

The old man was extremely thin and his hair was messy. He fixed his eyes on the thing in his hands and muttered something to himself, with knitted brows in worry.

Lin Xun couldn't help walking near to him for curiosity. When Lin looked down, he found the thing in the old man’s hand was a dark red tripod furnace about 15cm high.

On both inside and outside the surfaces of the tripod furnace were covered with dense and intricate spiritual tattooists.

At a glance, Lin Xun recognized that it was a spiritual furnace, the core component of a treasure boat.

“Damn it! That's still not right. This device can’t accelerate the speed of a treasure boat, and may make the motive power of the treasure boat fluctuate. That's not worth it!”

The old man gritted his teeth and murmured, looking depressed, “Is my supposition really wrong? ‘Golden-flame Spiritual Formation’ couldn’t replace the original ‘Moonlight Spiritual Formation’? Or there is something wrong with the material of this spiritual furnace?”

He lay prone on the ground, unreconciled and lost.

Lin Xun was in a trance and stared at the spiritual furnace carefully for a long time. Then he could not help saying, “Elder, why don't you try to integrate ‘Golden-flame Spiritual Formation’ with ‘Moonlight Spiritual Formation’?”

When the old man heard Lin’s words, he was unhappy and cursed, “Bullshit! These two spiritual tattoo formations are totally different and they are even in different grades. No way for integration!”

When he looked up, he saw a teenager stand by, which made him become unhappier. He seemed to want to vent his spleen and gave Lin a dig, “A silly child! How dare you talk sheer nonsense in front of the elder? How abstruse the field of spiritual tattoo is! Only a few spiritual tattooists in the world can study just a little of the field. Is it you suckling idiot who can see such a problem through? Take a hike!”

Lin Xun frowned and said, “You can’t do it. But it doesn't mean that others can't do it, either, old man. If the spiritual tattooists in the world are as arrogant as you, they’ll never reach the highest level of spiritual tattoos in their lives.”

After saying these words, Lin turned around and left. He didn’t want to argue with the grumpy old bastard.

“Bah! So presumptuous at such a young age! The new generation is not only ignorant but also fucking crazy!”

The old man spat at Lin Xun’s back and then stared at the spiritual furnace refined by himself. He still had no idea till the night fell. He couldn't help feeling upset and grabbed it heavily, wanting to destroy it.

But at this moment, a silvery laugh suddenly came from the distance, “Old Mo, what are you doing here? Guess what good news I brought back for you?”

Accompanied by the voice, a beautiful fire-red shadow came to the old man in the twinkling of an eye. Her starry eyes were bright and her eyebrows were bent. She had a standard oval face, with slightly curled hair hanging down loosely. She compressed her full lips as red as fire into a faint smile, showing an unruly aura.

She was wearing a red leather jacket and red leather pants. The narrow leather jacket could hardly restrain her plump breasts. Her slim and delicate snowy waist was exposed.

Her long straight plump legs were tightly wrapped in the leather pants which outlined her breathtaking figure.

This was undoubtedly a very charming, sexy, beautiful woman, with an unruly aura, who could arouse men’s desire just by standing casually.

Anyone seeing such a woman would think she was a born siren.

But if the trainees in Camp 39 were here, they were sure to find that in addition to the dressing, make-up and personal temperament, this beautiful and sexy woman had exactly the same appearance as Drillmaster Young Ke!

The thin old man, who was called Old Mo, was in a trance. He cast a sharp eye at the woman's plump breasts on the sly. Then he was pleasantly surprised and said, “Young Man, you finally come back. Come on! What did the old fellow in the Green-deer School say?”

Young Man glared at Old Mo with an exceedingly charming manner, and said, “If you dare to peep at my breasts again, I will smash all the garbage in your old den."

Old Mo cried, "It’s not garbage! It’s an incomparable treasure refined by me through painstaking efforts over these years!"

Clearly, Young Man knew Old Mo well, not in the mood to argue with him, and she said, “That old fellow said that your idea of wanting to replace the spiritual furnace on Ziying Battleship is a bit whimsical, but there is a way to make it come true.”

The words lifted the spirit of Old Mo, who rubbed his hands eagerly and questioned closely, "What is it?"

He had been tormented by this question for several months, and was on the point of giving up. He had expected to get such good news and it was a turning point, which made him see the hope of success again.

“He didn't say the specific method, but just let me tell you that you could consider to merge Golden-flame Spiritual Formation and Moonlight Spiritual Formation.” Young Man folded her arms over her chest, which made her snow-white bosoms more attractive.

However, Old Mo had ignored this attractive sight. He screamed strangely after he heard this, “This old guy is obviously fooling me. How can these two spiritual tattoo formations merge?”

To Young Man, it seemed to be none of her business, “I have already taken the message to you, and if you don’t agree with his opinion, I cannot help it.”

Old Mo's face suddenly changed. He thought he could see the hope at first, but what he had been waiting for was a ridiculous hypothesis? What was the difference between this fucking proposal and that stupid boy's proposal just now?

Wait!

Suddenly, Old Mo was stunned. Just now that boy also put forward this proposal, but could these two spiritual tattoo formations really be merged together?

More than ten days ago, he sent Young Man to the Green-deer School in order to ask an old friend of his to solve the problem on transformation of spiritual furnace.

According to what Old Mo knew about that old friend, he would never make fun of spiritual tattoo formations.

After all, this old friend was one of the most devout masters of spiritual tattoos!

"Forget it and let me think it over again. If there’s no other method, I will test the feasibility of this one," Old Mo sighed, with the spiritual furnace in his arms, and hurried away with a heavy heart.

“Well, I hope he will succeed this time.”

Young Man sighed faintly. Although this old guy was a little lewd, he was a devout master of spiritual tattoos.

However, for a spiritual furnace, he seemed possessed and nutty, rambling in his speech over several months, which made others feel sorry for him.

Young Man glanced by accident at Camp 39 in the distance. On her beautiful face rose a touch of imperceptible desolation.

Young Man shook her head, turned round and went away. She wanted to visit Old Mo. As this old fellow was indispensable to Bloodthirsty Camp, there couldn’t be anything wrong with him.

…

“She's back.”

In Camp 39, the Fatty Middle-aged looked up, "You're really not going to see her?"

In the dusk, on the top of a treasure boat sat a slender and solitary figure who dressed in an old-style military uniform. Her bobbed black hair was flying in the wind, revealing a comely and fair face.

She was Young Ke.

With a flagon in her slender and jade-like hand, she sipped the wine, absent-mind, as if she did not hear the words of the Fatty Middle-aged.

“Well, both of you are obstinate, but I don't care now,” the Fatty Middle-aged shook his head angrily and turned away with his hands clasped behind his back.

It was late in the evening. Darkness began to envelop the world, casting shadow on Ke’s face. She stared at the distance, and said in a light voice after a long time, "She is not my elder sister."

She rose to her feet and jumped off the treasure boat. Young Ke’s figure was as straight as before, restoring her usual calmness, and the figure soon disappeared into darkness.

The night grew darker.

Lin Xun seized the time to cultivate and looked solemn and calm.

He had swallowed ten Condensate Pills in one gulp, and now a tempestuous heat flow of spiritual energy was surging and circulating unceasingly in his body.

Three hours later, Lin Xun felt a shock all over and opened his eyes from meditation. There was a flash of dazzling light in his eyes and then everything returned to calmness.

"The power of ten Condensate Pills is indeed enormous, and this feeling of satiety has never been experienced before in cultivation..."

Lin Xun felt the changes in his body and he was pleasantly surprised to find that he had been not far away from the seventh level of Martial Realm now!

But before Lin could feel it carefully, he felt a sudden pavor in his heart and looked out of the cave entrance quickly.

No one knew when a hot figure appeared there. Although not clear in the night, it had a kind of attractive hazy beauty.

“Take it easy, handsome boy. Go to visit someone with me.”

Accompanied by a soft and charming laugh, Lin Xun just felt dizzy. With no time to react, he had already been picked up by one hand and taken out of the cave.